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This is alot of rambling not really sure where's it's leading or if it makes sense any mistakes are there for a reason as this was passionately written in a few minutes.
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This is alot of rambling not really sure where's it's leading or if it makes sense any mistakes are there for a reason as this was passionately written in a few minutes.
Glen once knew a man who was sad. Nothing went right he was mad. Cheer up mate. Life can be great. Here have this cup with a Teabag. He took my cup and added water.
#bestofopuss Probably my best poem, which is quite surprising as I remember being completely drunk when I wrote it.
I could sleep a lifetime, My eyes would flutter shut, Take me to a land of dreams, Escaping from this rut.
What's going on... Is this world just begging for me to be depressed. Does this world want my life to be miserable and sad. My parents got a divorce.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
Best friend: But you're not happy.. Me: I'm never happy. I have terrible depression. When I'm not depressed, I'm angry. I also have terrible anger issues.
Recently I've been quite down I'm often wrinkled in a frown I've had some fairly anguished thoughts As through bad dreams my brain, it sorts But then, arising out the blue A happy moment,...
You say, That he's Slowly drifting away, But really, I am; You see, He disappears Fading away, But really, I am; You sense, That he's Withdrawn, But really, I am; You say You sense He's...
Swamped, suffocating, Pressure to smile. Yet the plastered grin mask goes unrecognised. Angered screams of help muffled by blankets of stronger louder voices, Defacing my screams into white noice.
The coming and going , The rust lamp shades showing in which way the wind is blowing So I'll keep my spirit , like river Flowing Until corpse crow starts Cawing This maw needs sawing Mind...
I never understand the full extent of influence of celebrities in a teenagers life. I looked up to some - who didn't?. But they didn't influence my life.
I have noticed that my opuss is starting to be filled out by negativity, and I didn't want for my opuss to sound very depressing- so I have decided to add some positive stuff for bit while, to...
I fall asleep. To melancholy. And drip away. To the unholy. I rise up high. Into my thoughts. And drift away. To stomach knots. An emptiness. Takes over me. And pulls me to. A vacant sea.
It's so hard to appreciate everyone. It's so hard to stay happy at times like this. Every time I get upset, I go back to that one main thing that makes me even sadder.
Words are harder to use, because you don't want to offend anyone or make a fool of yourself,. You just keep analysing everything you've said in your head to see where you went wrong,.
#acrostic C an't you see she's struggling. H ow can you not see the pain. A ll these lies, fake alibis, L oop ropes around her brain. L iving is a burden, E ven she can't cope.
#disabilityaware #colourchallenge In Green I see the colour of life so beautiful, and me within, at the end of a rainbow, hidden, unseen.
I could cry, Let out a sigh, Tension high, Not sure why. Nothing really matters, Compliments won't flatter. By day I'm getting fatter, Trying to get by.
Wow the parts are getting really long!.
Dear past 2012 has its ups and it's down. Like you’ll get a distinction in Lamda and you’ll suddenly understand Chemistry.
I made a mess of myself again, (Regret, shame, regret) It doesn't help; pain never eases pain, (Regret, shame, regret) It takes me ever further away, (Freak, loser, freak) I'll deal with my problems...
#opussweeklychallenge The past year... One word- Bittersweet. Bittersweet. Let me tell you why... Unknowingly stupid and blind...I was in love- she had three kids that I also was in love with.
#disabilityaware Jeremy Squire led a life plain and distant, shut away, quietly contented, as a librarian's assistant.